Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.